So they dug a well.
My Mom and Dad and sisters in the late forties / early fifties lived on the ridge very near Fort Beausejour.
I asked my Mom, before she passed away, if she remembered a well. Turns out, my sisters used to play around it and Mom, when she had a few too many kittens used to...
use the well.
Some kittens probably have a better afterlife than others, I think.